• J Alan R

Robe of Eternity

Filthy rags Hang from my bones, In my gnarled fingers To my neck I clutch them tight, And though I choke I won't let go.

Now stands His cross Stabbed deep in the earth That calls my name. Now pours His blood Filling the hole That wants my shame.

Now speaks His voice: "Give those to me, Wear mine, the same." And now they hang Upon the nails of death Far away from me, And to my neck I clutch instead His robe of eternity.

Jeremiah 29:11 Isaiah 64:6 Romans 3:10 John 3:16

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